Текст песни Afroman - Palmdale

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Just like bums, we used to stay In the slums of LA, by the way Gang-bangers killin' each other for reps Sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride But my mamma never would let me play outside But when I got enrolled in elementary school Started bangin' like a fuckin' fool So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat Shot an enemy from across the street Mamma came home, said she got a good job Daddy did too, now they don't squab Financially, we improvin' 2 months later, son, we movin No more duckin' from shotgun shells Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale Give it to me now Palmdale, come back to me I need you and I love you, baby Palmdale, come back to me Check it out, check it out, check it out No more rats and no more roaches Livin' next door to football coaches Now I got a new place to sell my crack Now I got little white kids to jack I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads Stupid questions, distract the class Rubbin' little white girls on the ass I didn't really care if I passed or failed I knew I was headed for the NFL Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt I thought about my future, layin' in the dirt I can't jump, I can't flinch Superstar player, ridin' the bench Graduate from school? Don't make me laugh I got an F+ in basic math Give it to me now Palmdale, (Hell yeah) come back to me I gotta do one song for my neighborhood (chicken sound) Palmdale, come back to me Uh, uh, check it out I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world So I bought me some khakis and a Gheri curl I knew I couldn't make it to the NFL I went to East Palmdale and started slangin' yell Fo' sho'! I was makin' crazy dough Shoulda dropped outta school a long time ago Bought a cell phone, like a nut Now I deliver like Pizza Hut I drunk whiskey and Bacardi I sold dope to anybody Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes Took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time A white man drove up to my spot He said, “Hey homeboy, what you got?” I put a fat rock inside his hand About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van “Get down, punk.” Palmdale, (Hell yeah) come back to me Uh, I need you and I love you baby Palmdale, come back to me Check it out, check it out, check it out Can't get drunk, can't get blunted LA County, 95 hundred Crips wanna take my All-stars Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars Them peckerwoods don't want none but the Mexican's straight own one Them Essays, ??? That Essays always try to test me So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain't no punk Jammed his head up against the bunk Socked that Cholo in his chin Black mother fuckers scared to jump in Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more Back in town, we get along with the brown Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down Jail is hell, but I'll adapt Won't hesitate to get in a scrap. Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain Sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin' (Palmdale) Palmdale, (Hell yeah) come back to me I need you and I love you, baby Palmdale, come back to me Yea, check it out homeboy Now I got a fucked up life Two bad kids and a naggin' wife Dead end job at the airport Check too short to pay the house note Turn on the TV, then I see Different homeboys that went to school with me Playin' in the NFL We used to kick back in East Palmdale Rodney Williams, Lorenz Tate Zeno plays for Colorado State I wish my homeboys much success But at the same time, I still get depressed Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin Thinkin&a

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